Family, food, and fun...damentally awful personalities So my sister calls me while I'm at the library and says WAH THERE'S NO FOOOOOOD GO BUY FAST FOOOOOOD -- which demonstrates a complete lack of understanding of the concept of "no food", considering that even without being able to check the fridge/pantry I knew we had milk, cereal, rice, dry pasta/noodles, fresh and frozen fruits and vegetables and beans, frozen fish filets, frozen dumplings and buns and bing, cheese, eggs, nuts, soymilk, canned porridge, and snacks of various kinds. She's the one with the cooking blog. I told her we had food and that I'd cook when I got home, then went to get the groceries our mother wanted (water and breakfast food). Upon arriving at home, half a dozen gallon jugs in tow and half my fingers frozen off, I'm about to call for someone to lend a hand when I notice that my mother has turned the TV volume to "tooth-rattling" and my sister is bawling somewhere in the background. I'm like what the fuck now. I haul the jugs upstairs on my own, which takes a while due to my mere two noodle arms, and attempt to get the story, and apparently it goes thus: 1) sister's whining enrages mother 2) mother tells sister to go cook (or possibly just insults her until she goes cook, I wasn't sure; the latter might be more likely) 3) sister tries to cook pan-fried buns, but didn't put enough water 4) sister opens the pan lid to add more water 5) mother flips out and screams at her for "doing it wrong" 6) sister insists that the buns are about to burn and adds water 7) mother double-flips and starts hitting and throwing things at sister ?????? She's not exaggerating about the throwing things, I found a water bottle in the sink and anyway throwing things is an established part of our mother's This Is What You Get If You Give Power To A Two-Year-Old repertoire. and now my sister is refusing to eat her vegetables. she is way. too. old. for this
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